"Oh start, send me grieves and before breathing.
I have your voice on tape in a southern accent screaming at me,
I was only one and we weren't prepared for people screaming,
Holding back, now and forever sweetheart;
Know things look lovely lonely you,
Holding for midnight and I deny.
You were walking so peculiar like you had something to hide;
Sweet penance for a sound - it might explode in our hands.
I'm falling in a brown pigmentation of where the element marked cut short, turned in and stopped
I've been watching rose giving in that's when I started savoring the sound."
